My dagger in my mouth. Say, what thou art; Why I fhould yield to thee? Clet. Thou villain base, Know'ft me not by my clothes? Guid. No, nor thy taylor, rascal, Who is thy grandfather; he made thofe clothes, Which, as it feems, make thee. Clot. Thou precious varlet, My taylor made them not. Guid. Hence then, and thank The man that gave them thee. Thou art fome fool I am loath to beat thee. Clot. Thou injurious thief, Hear but my name, and tremble. Guid. What's thy name? Clot. Cloten, thou villain. Guid. Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, I cannot tremble at it; were it toad, adder, spider, 'Twould move me fooner. Clot. To thy further fear, Nay, to thy mere confufion, thou shalt know Guid. I am forry for't; not seeming So worthy as thy birth. Clot. Art not afeard? Guid. Thofe that I reverence, those I fear the wife : At fools I laugh, not fear them. Clot. Die the death: 30 When I have flain thee with my proper hand, Come; away.-35 Bel. No company's abroad. 1 Stir for move. Arv. None in the world: You did mistake him, fure. Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it fince I faw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of favour 40 Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his: I am abfolute, 'Twas very Cloten. Av. In this place we left them: I wish my brother make good time with him, 45 You fay he is fo fell. 50 Bel. Being scarce made up, I mean, to man, he had not apprehenfion Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had none; 55 My head, as I do his. Bel. What haft thou done? Guid. I am perfect, what 5: cut off one Cloten's head, Son to the queen, after his own report; 60 Who call'd me traitor, mountaineer; and swore, With his own fingle hand he'd take us in", 5 i. e. well-informed, what. 2 Gentle implies well-born, of birth above the vulgar. word for the fibres of a tree. 4 A Gallicifm. Grand-joyr, To take in means, here, to conquer, to subdue. 3 N 2 Displace Difplace our heads, where thank the gods they grow, Bel. We are all undone. Guid. Why, worthy father, what have we to lofe, Bel. No fingle foul I'd let a parish of fuch Cloten's blood, Bel. O thou goddess, [Exit. Thou divine Nature, how thyfelf thou blazon'ft 15 Can we fet eye on, but, in all fafe reafon, Re-enter Guiderius. Guid. Where's my brother? I have fent Cloten's clot-pole down the stream, Bel. My ingenious instrument! Or they fo fuffering: then on good ground we fear; 25 Hark, Polydore, it founds! But what occafion 1 For is here ufed in the fenfe of because. 2 That is, The only notion he had of honour was the fashion, which was perpetually changing. 3 i. e. Fidele's fickness made my walk forth from the cave tedious. + i.e. fuch pursuit of vengeance as fell within any poffibility of oppofition. 5 A crare is a finall trading veffel, called in the Latin of the middle ages crayera. The word often occurs in Holinfhed. The meaning is, "Jove knows what man thou might'st have made, but I knowo thou dy'dft." Not Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilft fummer lafts, and I live here, Fidele, Guid. Pr'ythee, have done; 15 20 SON G. Guid. Fear no more the beat o' the fun, Thou thy worldly task baft done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages Both golden lads and girls all muft, As chimney-fweepers, come to duft. Thou art paft the tyrant's ftroke z To thee the reed is as the oak: The feepter, learning, phyfic, must All follow this, and come to duft. Guid. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Arv. Nor all the dreaded thunder-ftone; Guid. Fear not flander, cenfure rafh; Arv. Thou baft finish'd joy and moan : Both. All lovers young, all lovers must Confign 5 to thee, and come to duft. Guid. No exorcifer barm thee! Arv. Nor no witch-craft charm thee! Guid. Ghoft unlaid forbear thee! 25 Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! Arv. Be't fo; And let us, Polydore, though now our voices Have got the mannish crack, fing him to the ground, As once our mother; ufe like note, and words, Save that Euriphele must be Fidele. Both. Quiet confummation bavez And renowned be thy grave! Guid. Cadwal, I cannot fing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: Arv. We'll speak it then. [Cloten Bel. Great griefs, I fee, medicine the lefs; for Is quite forgot. He was a queen's fon, boys; And, though he came our enemy, remember, Guid. We have done our obfcquies: Come, lay him down. Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, [night, more: 40 The herbs, that have on them cold dew o' the He was paid for that: Though mean and mighty 45 The ground, that gave them first, has them again: Clouted, brogues are shoes ftrengthened with clout or bob-nails. In fome parts of England, thin plates of iron called clouts are likewife fixed to the fhoes of ploughmen. 2 The ruddock is the red-breaft, to which bird the office of covering the dead is afcribed. 3 Paid is here used for punished. 4 Meaning, that reverence, or due regard to subordination, is the power which keeps peace and order in the world. 5 To confign to thee, is to feal the fame contraff with thee, i. e. add their names to thine upon. the register of death. This diminutive adjuration is derived from God's my pity. This bloody man, the care on't.-I hope, I dream faith, I tremble ftill with fear: But if there be I know the shape of his leg: this is his hand; Pifanio might have kill'd thee at the heart, [nio? Luc. He'll then inftruct us of this body.-Young 15 Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems, They crave to be demanded: Who is this, The drug he gave me, which, he faid, was pre- Enter Lucius, Captains, &c. and a Soothsayer. Luc. But what from Rome? Cap. The fenate hath stirr'd up the confiners, Luc. When expect you them? Cap. With the next benefit o' the wind. [numbers 4 Luc. 'Lack, good youth! Thou mov'ft no less with thy complaining, than They'll pardon it. Say you, fir? Luc. Thy name? Imo. Fidele, fir. Luc. Thou doft approve thyself the very fame: I'll hide my mafter from the flies, as deep Jovial face fignifies in this place, fuch a face as belongs to Jove. 3. e. the gods themselves. 4i, made, or did it. 2 i. e. lawless, licentious. 5 Meaning her fingers. A grave: I humbly fet it at your will: But, for my miftrefs, 25 To the king's party there's no going: newness I nothing know where the remains, why gone, Lord. Good my liege, [highness The day that she was miffing, he was here: Cym. The time is troublesome ; We'll flip you for a season; but our jealousy Does yet depend 2. Lord. So please your majesty, Of Cloten's death (we being not known, nor mufter'd Among the bands) may drive us to a render Where we have liv'd; and fo extort from us that 30 Which we have done, whofe anfwer? would be Drawn on with torture. 35 [To Pif. The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn, Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent. I am amaz'd with matter 3. Lord. Good my liege, Your preparation can affront no less Than what you hear of; come more, for more you're ready : Guid. This is, fir, a doubt, In fuch a time, nothing becoming you, Arv. It is not likely, [death That when they hear the Roman horses neigh, And ears fo cloy'd importantly as now, 45 Bel. O, I am known [him Of many in the army: many years, The want is, but to put thefe powers in motion, 50 The fhrinking flaves of winter. Cym. I thank you: Let's withdraw : And meet the time, as it feeks us. We fear not What can from Italy annoy us; but Guid. Than be fo, Better to ceafe to be. Pray, fir, to the army: [Exeunt. 55 Cannot be question'd. Pif. I heard no letter from my master, since I wrote him, Imogen was flain: 'Tis strange: Nor hear I from my mistress, who did promise To yield me often tidings: Neither know I What is betid to Cloten; but remain i.e. take bim up in your arms. founded with variety of business. Aro. By this fun that shines, 2 That is, My fufpicion is yet undetermined. 4i. e. can face no lefs, &c. 5 i. e. obfervation. means an account. 7 i. e. _The retaliation of the death of Cloten would be death, &c. fires regularly disposed. |